Katrina, oh Katrina, il tuo culo e’ una tavola imbandita

Wouldn’t you agree that Katrina‘s backside is like a table full of food? The heaps of bread, flour, fruits and lots of meat, cast a shadow in the soft light. A decadent shadow of abundance, the richest and the most luxurious. The Goddess teases us with the curves very few others can match.

And when she shakes all that lard for you… the sound… I can hear the sound of waves. My mouth right there, suckling her fat heaps of pure, beautiful cellulite.